Pier Paolo Pasolini is the kind of director who’s films are immediately identifiable by their grimy, earthy and profane take on classic works of literature. On one piss-drenched hand, “The Canterbury Tales” is a masterpiece of visual and emotional realism. On the other shit-caked hand, the acting can be a little jokey and the overall grossness and dirtiness of the film can be a little too much to bear. The film doesn’t exactly aim to capture what England might have been like in Chaucer’s time, Pasolini takes more than his fair share of artistic liberties, but at the same time it does feels like a film that perhaps Chaucer might have made himself, if he had 1970s filmmaking tools at his disposal, of course. A very good, but very raw and often times gross film. Worth checking out, unless you’re sensitive to people peeing on camera an that kind of stuff in which case, barely watchable.